一枝紅豔露凝香， 雲雨巫山枉斷腸。
借問漢宮誰得似， 可憐飛燕倚新妝。
There's a perfume stealing moist from a shaft of red blossom,
And a mist, through the heart, from the magical Hill of Wu- -
The palaces of China have never known such beauty-
Not even Flying Swallow with all her glittering garments.
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